Take the high road (for now)

"You're such a brat" you tease her as you peel your soaking wet tank top off not wanting to catch a cold.

"But you love me anyway." Erin responds from the shower.

"Yeah whatever….Jessica.” you shoot back.

“Hey that’s cold {FRIST_NAME}” she pouts.

“Cold huh?” This gives you an idea. You toss the tank top over the shower door instead of the in hamper. You hear it land on Erin with a wet thwack.

"SHIT THAT’S COLD!!!" She shrieks as her silhouette jumps in surprise.

As you exit the room laughing you hear her call after you, "That's right you better run when I get out of hear you are so going to get it." She flings the top after you, and it smacks wetly against the wall barely missing.

You sigh and shake your head as you close the door. “Kids these days, no respect for authority”, you think to yourself chuckling as you head to the bedroom to look for some dry close for the two of you.

When you get to your room you turn on your MP3 player and set it to shuffle. As you stand at the dresser digging through the drawers your wet shorts cling to your skin and keep dripping cold water down your legs causing you to shiver. Finally you get feed up with them and pull them off and toss them on your trunk, leaving you standing there in your sports bra and underwear. The cool air makes you shiver a little but over all you feel much more comfortable. “Ugh, I hate wet cloths”, you think.

After a short search you find something that should fit Erin until her own cloths are clean and dry; a pair of your old high school gym shorts and an old life guard tank top, both had been a little big on you so they should work.

As you bend over to grab your favorite pair of plaid shorts and college t-shirt out of the bottom drawer Orianthi’s ‘Highly Strung' comes on and you feel yourself start to bop to the tune, when you suddenly hear Erin’s voice behind you, “Woo who!! Shake it baby”, followed quickly by her snapping a towel across your ass.

You yelp in surprise as you shoot bolt upright, both hands covering your wounded back side, dropping the cloths in your hands. “Oh that’s it blondie now your going to get it,” you begin to say with a chuckle as you turn around to face her, “I’m going to….”, but whatever you were about to say trails off when you see her standing there.

Her long blond hair is still damp and spills down over the front of one shoulder; her light blue eyes sparkle with humor, clearly amused with her actions; her fair skin glows a rosy pink fresh from the shower; one of the towels is wrapped around her body but both a generous amount of cleavage and a lot of leg are on display; one hand lazily twirls the other towel while she uses her other hand to try and cover her grin.

For the third time today your brain seems to freeze up. Once again you feel your knees go weak and your stomach flutter. You stand there unable to speak for half a minute before Erin begins to giggle snapping you back to reality.

“Sorry, I couldn’t help it”, Erin says grinning, “your butt made such a cute target bouncing around like that. Besides I owed you for the tank top.”

“Yeah, yeah just wait until practice next week”, you say rubbing your still stinging backside. “I’m going to work your ass off, and then when I win a forfeit we’ll see who gets the last laugh.”

She just shrugs and begins to towel her hair again, which makes her breasts sway gently and you make a conscious effort not to notice. “We’ll see” is her only comment.

When you turn around and bend over to pick up the cloths Erin lets out a loud wolf whistle. You quickly look over your shoulder anticipating another towel snap and see her biting the corner of her lower lip as she leans against one of the bed posts.

“Perv”, you shoot back playfully as you stand up and toss her the cloths you got for her.

“Hey I wasn't the one shaking my ass a minuet ago.” She laughs in retort.

You grab a pair of panties out of the drawer and head into the bathroom to shower.  As you pass by her you can't help but notice her fresh clean scent and wonder if you smell as good right out of the shower.  “There should be some pizzas in the freezer why don’t you put one in the oven and pick out a movie while I shower.”  You call over your shoulder before shutting the door.

As you turn the water on and slide out of your wet sports bra and panties you get the feeling of being watched. Yet when you turn and look the door to the bedroom is still shut. You walk over to the sink and wipe some of the steam away so you can see your reflection. “Get a hold of yourself Jane”, you think sighing heavily, “You’re jumping at shadows. This dam storm just has you on edge.”

When you step into the shower the warm water starts to work the chill out of your flesh and you shiver slightly in pleasure. After you wash your hair you grab your body scrubber and squeeze some soap into it. As you begin to wash your face and neck you can't help but notice that it smells like Erin and the image of her using this same scrubber to lather up her long tone legs and firm breasts pops into your head unbidden, and you cant help but feel a certain, rather pleasurable, tingle run through your body.

"Nope, not thinking about that", you assure yourself, "and even if I am, it's not like I'm getting turned on." Yet when you go to wash your breasts your nipples are incredibly hard and the feel of the slick wet scrubber across them makes you shudder and you need to place a hand on the shower wall to steady yourself as your legs feel suddenly weak.

"Crap", you mutter as you finish washing up and rinse off, "that's it next weekend I'm going out, finding a guy and getting laid." You turn the water to cold and stand there a minuet before getting out and drying off.

You get dressed, pull your hair into a loose ponytail, toss Erin's cloths in the wash, and grab your glasses before heading into the living room to join Erin.

"Took you long enough", she teases you as she sits Indian style in front of your movie collection, "I was about to come in looking for you. The pizza is in the oven and I'm trying to decide on a movie, got any preferences?"

"Nope surprise me" you say as you head to the fridge. "Do you want something to drink? I've got pop, water, pink lemon aid, ice tea…"

"Ooh, pink lemon aid please" she says sounding like an excited kid.

You fill the glass and turn to head back to the living room and find Erin standing in the kitchen entryway. The tank top that had been big on you looks as if it had been painted on Erin as it struggles to contain her breasts and falls just short of her belly button, and the gym shorts cling to her hips and look very short on her longer legs.

She has her hands behind her back and is grinning like a Cheshire cat.  "Ok I've narrowed it down to two choices pick a hand" she says.